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~9×12 inches, hand screen printed on stretchable fabric
This is Windy. Windy and I have a lot in common. Windy was apparently very long-winded, hence his nickname. He also saw the potential of things many see as useless. Long ago, he worked for a rail company and would often deal with shipments that just… never got picked up. A whole box of gasoline aerators, a shipment of hammer handles, literal streetlights… all left behind. He would take things and save them because “they could be useful.” He put them inside of two sheds on his property. He died before he could put these things to good use.
His son never saw the use in these things, but the sheds were off to the side, and he didn’t really need them for anything, so they sat. And they sat. And they sat. Thirty years later, I live on that property. The son is my landlord. One day around the New Year of 2026 there was a storm, and a huge Douglas Fir tree came down on the property directly onto Windy’s old sheds. After inspecting the wreckage, I knew I needed to save these treasures. My landlord and I worked hard to clear up the mess, as there were more storms coming. I quickly salvaged what wasn’t destroyed: the aerators, handles, streetlights, old tools, hardware, and even the old growth redwood used to make the sheds themselves into my garage.
Now I have a new life’s mission: I will restore and repurpose Windy’s things. He has essentially passed them on to me, and I feel a soul-deep call to use these items. I wanted to honor Windy, and although I never met him, I imagine if he could say anything to me as I learn how to remove rust, fill holes, and use tools I’ve never used before: You Got It Kiddo.
~9×12 inches, hand screen printed on stretchable fabric
This is Windy. Windy and I have a lot in common. Windy was apparently very long-winded, hence his nickname. He also saw the potential of things many see as useless. Long ago, he worked for a rail company and would often deal with shipments that just… never got picked up. A whole box of gasoline aerators, a shipment of hammer handles, literal streetlights… all left behind. He would take things and save them because “they could be useful.” He put them inside of two sheds on his property. He died before he could put these things to good use.
His son never saw the use in these things, but the sheds were off to the side, and he didn’t really need them for anything, so they sat. And they sat. And they sat. Thirty years later, I live on that property. The son is my landlord. One day around the New Year of 2026 there was a storm, and a huge Douglas Fir tree came down on the property directly onto Windy’s old sheds. After inspecting the wreckage, I knew I needed to save these treasures. My landlord and I worked hard to clear up the mess, as there were more storms coming. I quickly salvaged what wasn’t destroyed: the aerators, handles, streetlights, old tools, hardware, and even the old growth redwood used to make the sheds themselves into my garage.
Now I have a new life’s mission: I will restore and repurpose Windy’s things. He has essentially passed them on to me, and I feel a soul-deep call to use these items. I wanted to honor Windy, and although I never met him, I imagine if he could say anything to me as I learn how to remove rust, fill holes, and use tools I’ve never used before: You Got It Kiddo.